When he walked to the Taiyi Peak, Ji Liao could still feel the depression of Tianshu.

He smiled and said, "Don't be afraid, I've been here several times anyway, aren't it all okay?"

The Book of Heaven ignored him.

Ji Liao couldn't help but feel silent. He walked into Taiyi Peak without hesitation, with a calm expression. Although this mountain has many secrets, it is just a mountain in the end, it is just a mountain.

Ji Liao did not go to the Qingxuan Hall where the sect lived, and walked straight to the back mountain.

There was no special aura there, but he had never been there, so he walked there.

Taiyi Peak has no unique scenery that has eternal beauty. The back mountain is an ordinary pine slope, stone cliff, bamboo forest, and a clear stream flowing down, that's all.

Ji Liao thought to himself, there is nothing here.

As he thought this way, he suddenly saw a man in white clothes standing next to the Qingxi River. He was about the early twenties. When he looked closely, he seemed to exude the vicissitudes of life. His long hair was disguised, and his eyes could not see joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness, but he also hid endless mysteries.

In an instant, Ji Liao settled down.

He couldn't have any thoughts.

A Buddhist voice sings, and a teardrop in the depths of his heart fluctuates, and Ji Liao regains his consciousness again.

The man is still on the bank of the clear stream, like a pavilion like a pine and cypress, floating like a god.

No, he is a god himself.

Ji Liao has seen countless monks, even real people in Changsheng, and even talented people like Qiantang Jun and Zhao Xiyi, but these people cannot be called immortals in front of men.

There is no way to describe the shock in Ji Liao's heart at this time. He seemed to have seen the beginning of Tao and saw the ultimate at first glance.

Ji Liao even saw two points, one is the origin of life and the other is the origin of death. The two origins overlap, which is the continuous reciprocity of life and death, and thus there are many worlds and all living beings.

The man in white clothes said indifferently: "Do you understand the sword?"

Ji Liao was about to say that he was a peerless genius of Taoism. All things in the world were just like tilting, so how could he not understand swords? But he couldn't say it, because he looked at the man and felt an eternal sword intent, majestic, immeasurable, and beyond imagination.

It was like a sword that could split the universe and recreate chaos.

How dare he say that he understands the sword in front of such a sword intent?

The man in white clothes continued to ask, "Do you know?"

Ji Liao thought that he had three supreme treasures, various supreme secret techniques, and the three schools of Buddhism, Taoism and demons were integrated into one, and how could he not understand the Tao?

He was about to answer, but he was speechless.

When he spoke, he didn't know how to say that he understood the Tao. The Tao was all-encompassing and tolerant, and how could he say it all in words?

The man in white clothes continued, "Do you understand me?"

Ji Liao's first reaction was that I don't know you, so how do you understand?

The man in white clothes, like snow, suddenly asked, "Do you understand me?"

Just like the Buddha's roar, it shakes the world in all directions.

Even though Ji Liao's heart is countless times harder than iron stone, he still can't help but burst into cold sweat. What is me, am I me, or is I a man in white clothes like snow, or the original nature of all living beings?

Ji Liao was in great mood and didn't know where to start.

Suddenly, Ji Liaofu reached his mind and stabilized his mind. He said, "If you want to practice your actions, you should first cultivate your mind?"

He was still half confused and was not sure the answer was true.

The white-clothed man asked without answering, "Do you understand Him?"

Him?

Ji Liao realized in his heart that this He is not you, me and him, but a unique name, the supreme god in the dark.

He is as majestic as the Lord.

Ji Liao couldn't help but feel angry and said, "If you ask me if I understand, do you understand?"

He asked back.

In fact, he naturally fought back according to his most natural way. He has never been timid. No matter how mysterious and terrible a man in white clothes is, he cannot let him lose his nature and become a vocal worm.

With Ji Liao's shout, the man in white clothes disappeared without a trace.

The stream flows like broken jade, and it is like this for thousands of years.

Ji Liao sensed himself and found that there was no change. Looking at Taiyi Peak again, it was still full of mystery, but he couldn't feel where the mystery was.

And the man in white clothes just now had no trace left, as if he had never appeared.

No, he still changed. He touched his forehead, which was a cold sweat that he hadn't had in a long time.

By this point, he had already locked his energy and did not sweat, but now he was indeed sweating, and everything that happened just now seemed real and moving again.

"Shu Tian, ​​are you still here?" Ji Liao remembered the guy in his body.

Tianshu trembled and said, "Ji Liao, I beg you, let's go down the mountain."

Ji Liao said: "Nothing happened again."

Tianshu almost cried, "Please, I really don't want to continue staying in Taiyi Peak."

Ji Liao saw that he was asking for it with sincerity, but he still couldn't find the mysterious source of Taiyi Peak, and was quite unwilling to accept it. He said, "If you are afraid, just go down the mountain alone."

Tianshu said: "I dare not come out. Ji Liao, I feel so uncomfortable. You can send it down the mountain."

Ji Liao saw that it was about to die, and he was helpless. He was ready to move outside the mountain in an instant, but all time and space suddenly frozen and he could not move.

He turned into a fossil, which has never been shaken.

But this time he had an idea.

After a while, he heard the sound of water, as if he was surfing the river of time, digging the past and going down to the future.

This is the River of Time, which actually flows on Taiyi Peak.

As a stone, Ji Liao flows into the long river of time, up and down, following the waves, flowing through it, floating without knowing where to stop.

But he saw a strange scenery.

On the splash of time, a young Taoist came on the waves and wrote a song, which was very similar to the man in white clothes like snow before.

"The Double Ninth Lung Sin, called it the King and the Wind.

The sun and the moon come for a long time, and then go for the west and east.

Be accompanied by clouds and water, and be a neighbor with emptiness and emptiness.

The true nature of one spirit is there, and it is not in the same heart as everyone else.”

Ji Liao read this poem. It was written by a Taoist priest named Wang Chongyang, but he could do it.

After all, it was a world where he was born as a top student, and there was no sacred immortals and Buddhas appearing in the world.

Could it be that the young Taoist is like him who can copy poems?

Under this strange situation, Ji Liao had strange thoughts.

The young Taoist soon arrived in front of Ji Liao and picked up Ji Liao.

He smiled and said, "What a stubborn stone."

Ji Liao said in his heart: "I am a human."

The young Taoist smiled and said, "Are you a human being? You are clearly a stone."

Ji Liao couldn't help but be speechless.

In an instant, Ji Liao lost his sense of the outside world and was put into his sleeve by the young Taoist.

Immediately afterwards, Ji Liao touched the field again. This time he arrived at the river bank, and there was a sound of water rushing around him.

The familiar sound of water is the same as the sound of water he was born into a grass.
Chapter completed!